Ticking and Tocking

When people say

“Time is running out”

I see an alarm clock

with a bell on top

and with arms and legs

dashing out the door

of a room in which

time has stopped

reminding the human race

that we are running out.

I carry this idea

to a corner of the room

and set it down

gently.

I don’t want

to wake it up.

Then I tiptoe away.